Sunday, September 12, 2010

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

all alone

A tear
trickles down
her face.

A loving hand,
it off.

No words
need be
For she
is loved.

But then
she wakes up

Tears fall.

No gentle touch
is there,
to wipe
the tears.

And so
they fall.
And fall.
And fall.

But she

She may
have just
woken up,
in truth,
the nightmares
have just

Thursday, June 17, 2010


Dear _____,

Do you remember this time, about a year ago? I remember it so clearly. We were so close. At that point, I really didn't think anything could get in the way of our relationship. I felt like I could tell you anything; your acceptance worked wonders in opening me up.

And then it all changed. Overnight. It was like a giant blow to my heart. I cried and I cried, like I had never cried before. And you? You seemed to think it was all fine, didn't you? You had no inkling of the hurt you had so callously caused me.

Time heals all wounds. Determined as I was to lock myself up, to stay away from you and your hurtfulness, I found myself inexplicably drawn to you. You're a fantastic listener and a special person, how could I have anticipated the additional rounds of hurt you've inflicted on me? And through it all, you remain oblivious. You have no idea how hurt I am, do you? You don't know that every time I think about you and your actions a piercing pain shoots through me like a bullet, taking the life out of me.

You seem to sense that something has been wrong lately. Ironically, you take it personally. You think it's only you. But are you willing to do anything about it? You ask me if something is wrong; I can't answer. I would never confirm it; I've learned my lesson. But somewhere in the recesses of my mind I know why I am so hesitant to deny it. I want you to know what you've done. I want you to know how you've hurt me. I want you to realize that you've been playing with fire- and someone is getting burned. And so I avoid it; I avoid you. I don't want to meet, like you say you want. Do you really want to?

I'm hurting now _____. Hurting so badly, I had to put up a protective wall to stop the pain from taking over. Yet there's a crack; it has your name on it. Because the pain you caused doesn't go away so fast. Every time you make an effort at contact, I have that pain to deal with all over again. Opposing sides begin to battle in my head. Ignore her. She can't make you answer. But you know that the other side always wins. Inexplicably, I answer you. I keep it short. I keep myself out of the conversation. I can't afford to go down that road again.

I think of the conversations we have had with shame. How could I have ever told you the things I did? How could I have allowed myself to open up to someone like that? It's a shame _____. There are so many amazing lessons I thought I could have learned from you. I wish I did; you seem to have a lot to offer. But as I sit here, willing myself to get over it, yet losing the battle, I know that I've only learned one thing from you: Don't ever open yourself up to others.

I wish this were an email. I wish I had the guts to type your address into the bar and press send. But I don't. I continue to act as if you haven't hurt me, and you remain oblivious. But I wonder how many years I will spend fighting the pain you have caused. And worst of all, I wonder when I will stop wishing I could call you, talk to you, tell you everything. Because despite everything, you were the best listener I ever met. And I don't think I will ever stop hating the part of me that wishes we were close again.


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Numbness is Bliss

They say that dieting is harder once you've been on it and cheated. It makes you scared to go back on. You simultaneously taste the sinful foods and remember the deprivation that was your diet.

I think it's that way with feelings too. When you are accustomed to numbness, then forced to feel again, it's lethal to go back to numbness. You can't possibly let yourself feel when you have this taste of psychological freedom in your mouth.

But is it freedom? Is freedom a matter of being afraid of reality? Or is it a matter of being afraid to face that reality? Is that a choice? How can one choose between those options?

Why would a person expose the raw pain of their crumbling world when they can retreat to the safety and security of their little play life?

When does feeling cease to be an option?

Monday, March 29, 2010

Good yom tov

It's erev Pesach, and I have a lot of more important things to do than sit at the computer and type up a blog post. And I had in mind to write some much more positive blog posts. I wanted to write about how amazing it was that Hashem sent us the things we needed for yom tov in the most incredible way. I wanted to write about how amazing it is that three years after they filed for foreclosure on our house we are still pesach cleaning the very same home we did three years ago. As my father says "Hashem is very good to us; He gave us very dumb enemies."

But right now, all I can think about is the ceiling in the kitchen. Or, shall I say, the former ceiling in the kitchen? All that's left of it is a huge puddle and a gaping bubble of collected rainwater... I don't even know what to think, what to say. I feel like there must be a lesson that Hashem is trying to teach us. Last year the fridge broke on erev Pesach, this year the ceiling collapsed... Just when we thought we were finally finished with the stresses, finally finished worrying about the bills...

All I can say is, I hope that just as Hashem took the yidden out of their slavery and misery in mitzrayim, hopefully He will take us out of this. Hopefully we will spend next year in yerushalayim, as we eat the karban pesach in happiness and content.

Have a good yom tov, Leshana habah beyerushalayim!

Friday, March 19, 2010

Monday, December 21, 2009

A note to my readers

I want to thank all of you for your continued support, encouragement, and most important, tefillos.

I just wanted to let all of you know that I am going to be taking a temporary break from this blog. I have been dealing with a lot lately, and I am seriously overwhelmed, and though I have enjoyed posting here so much, and all of my readers have inspired me to no end, I am going to be putting this blog on hold. Hopefully, iyH, some of the things I have been dealing with will be resolved, or at least somewhat eased, and I will be able to come back here and continue posting.

In the meantime, you can all include myself and my family in your tefilos, and check back here in a bit, hopefully I will be posting again.

Thank you.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Make the nisim happen to you too!

My family was discussing the story of neis Chanukah, and I was suddenly struck by something amazing. We all know about the neis that Hashem did for the Makabim. Just a few men, not trained warriors, lacking basic equipment, went out to war against one of the largest
armies of the day.

Picture it. Imagine if my father, my brothers and brothers in law, and perhaps an uncle and some cousins would go out to war. Just a couple of men, talmidei chachamim, business men, and young men. Imagine if they would go out and fight against the entire United States Army. And
they would win.

That is essentially what happened. It's incredible to think about. It wasn't something that could have happened naturally, ever. It was so obviously min Hashamayim.

And yet-

Imagine the way these men felt going out to war. Do you think it wasn't terrifying for them, to go out to fight, to be outnumbered by thousands to one?do you think it wasn't terrifying for these men to go out devoid of equipment and face the most advanced military equipment
of the day?

But they did go out. They fought. And they won.

I think we can learn the most incredible lesson from this. In order to experience the amazing nissim that Hashem was ready to perform for the makabim, they had to place their lives in His hands, they had to trust him to the fullest extent. And only when they put their trust in Him,
when they went out to fight, that's when the stage was set for all the nissim of Chanukah to happen.

We need to realize that Hashem's power is endless. His abilities are all-encompassing. His goodness knows no boundaries. We need to jump in, trust Him. Then, and only then, will we be able to see the nissim that Hashem is ready and waiting to perform for us.

Ah freilichen Chanukah!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Lots of little pillars

I went down to the basement of the large building. I marveled as I looked around. Here is the foundations of the magnificent edifice we see from the outside. Here are the inner workings of a beautiful building. Looking around, I see pillars. Lots of pillars. Each one, on its own, would not get very far in terms of supporting a building of this size. And yet, as all of these pillars come together, they hold up a building of enormous size and magnificent beauty.

And that my friends, is our lives. We often look to Hashem, expecting Him to send us some massive sign that He is there, watching us, helping us, and taking care of our every need. And yet, often, as we sit in the darkness we realize that the Big Sign isn't coming. But the signs are there. All day, every day.

Looking around the world, we see little signs here and there that Hashem is there for us. A coupon here, a ride there, little things, little pillars. Yet, when we draw the full strength out of each one we find that, just like the huge building, we can be supported by lots of little pillars.

Can each solitary sign fortify us enough to draw strength for our lives? Probably not. But we just need to look around, to grab onto all of those pillars, to recognize them for the signs that they are, and utilize them. We must realize that Hashem is sending the signs, and recognizing them is the biggest favor a person can ever do for themselves...

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Please tell me what you think-

I want to know what all of y0u think about this, so please tell me.

What does strength mean to you?

What do you think of when you think of a "strong person"?

What do you mean when you say that a person is "strong"?


(Again, if you want you can email your answer to me, or you can tell me not to publish your comment. Thanks for all your feedback!)